Alpha's Regret After She Kneels novel Chapter 118

(Siena’s POV)

This game he plays—it is treacherous.

The sudden interest in discussing our marriage leaves me wary, my instincts screaming that this is another maneuver—another calculated effort to unsettle me. I know better than to trust his intentions, especially now, with everything hanging in the balance.

The timing is too convenient.

Days before our divorce is finalized, he suddenly wants to talk about us?

No.

I’ve endured too much, sacrificed too much, to let hope creep back into my heart.

Yet, despite my determination to remain detached, I find myself agreeing to meet him privately. My mind tells me it’s strategic—to maintain civility for the sake of Windhowl’s standing—but my heart...

My heart is a traitor.

Just like him.

I keep my composure as we sit across from each other, a polished mahogany table between us that feels far wider than it is. His expression is guarded, but his midnight eyes are watchful, assessing me in a way that unsettles my carefully maintained defenses.

“I’ve been thinking about... our marriage,”

The words send a chill down my spine, but I mask my reaction with the diplomacy I’ve learned to wield as effectively as any weapon.

He doesn’t miss the pointed remark. His jaw tightens, but to my surprise, he doesn’t lash out.

“I should have had this conversation with you long ago.”

A bitter smile tugs at my lips before I can stop it. Yes, you should have.

“And yet... here we are,” I say softly, unable to mask the edge in my voice. “By the way, wherever is your precious Lila?”

Silence stretches between us, taut and heavy. The words are pettey, they drip with resentment that is becoming harder by teh minute to hide.

“That is not what I want to talk about! Why are you so insufferable Sienna? Can you not let me in, for once! Let me be your Alpha!”

“Silverfang’s victory is necessary to maintain stability,” I explain, my tone pragmatic, clinical. “The Alpha King’s pack must host the SOA to ensure continuity. Windhowl is honored to have come this far, but we understand our position.”

My words are polished, practiced. I’ve spent countless nights preparing for this moment—preparing to relinquish everything I’ve built for the greater good. His response tell em all I need to know.

He has not changed—he cannot.

He watches me closely, waiting for a fowl snap of rage. But there is nothing.

Nothing.